September 16, 2005
it was a lovely vacation. i would be nothing without my family and friends. i will continue to measure my sucess as an individual by the quality of people that surround me. currently i am one of the richest people in the world.
akron/family played a great show at a dive bar in mt. pleasant SC (which is to Charleston what brooklyn is to Manhattan). i got to sing with them, my favorite song of theirs. they said i could do it again sometime. bliss.
on a whim i bought two tickets to the langhorne slim and regina spektor show at irving plaza last night. at 7:30 last night i still had not decided what to do with the second so i called my friend eric lippe (photographer, musician) and he was standing outside irving plaza in need of a ticket. very serendipidous. anyway, as soon as we walked in langhorne came strolling by and we all went up to his fancy room backstage and had some pre-show beers and conversation. he opened the show at around nine and liike a bad nightmare promptly broke a string. the string incident seemed to work to his advantage, catching the hearts of the audience and he took a guitar from the band that was set up to play after him and used ift for the remainder of his short set. he was great. i am glad he played solo. people loved it. afterwards he seemed very pleased.
i had not seen regina, even in passing, in about a year. we talked on the phone a bit last summer and had some interactions out on the town but the days of our long rides home together on the train after all night antihoots and seeing friends shows and such are long gone. the fact is that her e-mail and cell phone number still remain in my inbox and my contact list for nostalgia purposes. she was breathtakingly beautiful, glowing. her voice was dead on, her piano was almost flawless, all of the little college girls surrouding me kept saying things like "she's so cute" and "oh my god i love this one" which made me chuckle. she played samson with much regret, perhaps at double the speed of the record. she brought ben and chris on at the end for a little lenard cohen tribute (ben played cello on the HEARTH EP). she seemed very happy, very polished, very very charming. she walked into lippe and me backstage as we were waiting to get our things out of langhorne's room and didn't even say hello.
it's raining this morning...the remains of ophelia i suppose. i awoke to a cockroach on the wall beside my head. she must have come in throught the crack in the window where i have the air conditioner. they always go inside when it rains. i felt a tiny bit of guilt as i smashed her and her 4000 unborn babies, but she was in between me and my coffee and i wasn't in the mood for a stand off.
back soon
love you
-amy
akron/family played a great show at a dive bar in mt. pleasant SC (which is to Charleston what brooklyn is to Manhattan). i got to sing with them, my favorite song of theirs. they said i could do it again sometime. bliss.
on a whim i bought two tickets to the langhorne slim and regina spektor show at irving plaza last night. at 7:30 last night i still had not decided what to do with the second so i called my friend eric lippe (photographer, musician) and he was standing outside irving plaza in need of a ticket. very serendipidous. anyway, as soon as we walked in langhorne came strolling by and we all went up to his fancy room backstage and had some pre-show beers and conversation. he opened the show at around nine and liike a bad nightmare promptly broke a string. the string incident seemed to work to his advantage, catching the hearts of the audience and he took a guitar from the band that was set up to play after him and used ift for the remainder of his short set. he was great. i am glad he played solo. people loved it. afterwards he seemed very pleased.
i had not seen regina, even in passing, in about a year. we talked on the phone a bit last summer and had some interactions out on the town but the days of our long rides home together on the train after all night antihoots and seeing friends shows and such are long gone. the fact is that her e-mail and cell phone number still remain in my inbox and my contact list for nostalgia purposes. she was breathtakingly beautiful, glowing. her voice was dead on, her piano was almost flawless, all of the little college girls surrouding me kept saying things like "she's so cute" and "oh my god i love this one" which made me chuckle. she played samson with much regret, perhaps at double the speed of the record. she brought ben and chris on at the end for a little lenard cohen tribute (ben played cello on the HEARTH EP). she seemed very happy, very polished, very very charming. she walked into lippe and me backstage as we were waiting to get our things out of langhorne's room and didn't even say hello.
it's raining this morning...the remains of ophelia i suppose. i awoke to a cockroach on the wall beside my head. she must have come in throught the crack in the window where i have the air conditioner. they always go inside when it rains. i felt a tiny bit of guilt as i smashed her and her 4000 unborn babies, but she was in between me and my coffee and i wasn't in the mood for a stand off.
back soon
love you
-amy
